Shelter

[Ramke]

While Enma was relaxing, Mione was the opposite. She was still getting used to piloting ships, certain flight tasks were more difficult than others. This time, it was stabilising the ship while trying to land it safely. Slowly descending with small wobbles to a keen eye, the Sabre finally came to a rest on the gravitational locks of the hangar. The ship's engines winded down, letting the ordinary noises of men doing maintenance envelop the hangar once more. Relief washed over Mione as she finally managed to dock the ship, pressing a lit button that let the ship hiss and depressurise the cockpit to atmosphere levels. Shortly after, the cockpit opened and the woman disembarked from the ship.

She was an odd sight to the people around her. The woman was wearing a pilot's uniform decorated in royal colours and golden lines, akin to those of nobles and powerful people. She wasn't threatening in stature, quite short in comparison to the usual sight of people working around the ships here. Physical strength was necessary for these kind of jobs, after all. A person would think of her as someone of importance from first glance, however, upon closer inspection, she was also wearing a chunky collar that gave away her true status. The crest on the collar had a golden insignia depicting two moons - the Loyola family crest.

Mione quickly approached Enma, obviously slightly tense from the experience of trying to land a ship. The woman's expressionless face wasn't exactly leaving it clear to Mione whether she's angry or not.
"I'm sorry it took so long, mistress. I'm here now."